• Gary Hunter

My Summer Routine - Oct. 11, 2021

a couple yawns at dawn

bed-making with curses


shorts t-shirt sandals

hat for pillow hair


both dogs walk

at the speed of sniffing snails

newspaper and cereal sports scores crunch crunch

coffee for the mind lift

into the saddle of an internal ride

and I’m off fox-hunting

for the first poem’s tracks


movement swirls the gray mist

eyes peeled for anything quick and shy


though usually at this point

I fall for a distraction

watching my own shimmering sunrise

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